young lover dying to breathe, adventurous spirit, exporing free.Tormented soul, dying inside. Happy mask behind which i hide. |
I look in the mirror,
and what do i see...
A blade is poised,
above my wrist...
Look at me now,
and say you don't care...
Let me show you a story,
the story of my life...
Do you remember the night spent in the woods,
hidden from everyone's view...
Having a boyfriend is like having a bar of chocolate.Sweet and you love it to death at first but then becomes oh so bitter when your friend takes it away. |